Another in the excellent Longmire mystery series, and let’s just cut to the chase. That’s a damn good thing, the series and this book. Sorry to say that I’ve missed a few episodes, and evidently Walt Longmire went through some serious stuff while I was away, but Walt and I go way back, so we took up like it was just yesterday. The mystique of wolves, a mysterious pest of a woman in a Tibetan cap, Basque shepherds and herding dogs, Longmire’s own monstrous canine Dog, the rugged beauty of Wyoming and an ailing, but still determined Walt Longmire. Yep. Temperature was in the 90’s here when I read this, but I was wearing a fleece lined jacket, riding in a 4X4 pick-up through the snowy mountains of Wyoming with Dog in the back. And there are braying mules, too. Every good story is improved by a jackass or two. Yep. So true. If you don’t know Longmire, jump in. If you only know Longmire from the TV series, you ain’t nothing but a city slicker. Take your Longmire straight – from the page. Real men read.
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Leonard Goldberg’s The Disappearance of Alistair Ainsworth
This third in the “Daughter of Sherlock Holmes” series was my introduction to Joanna Blalock Watson and her small family, born sleuths, all of them. Joanna is the flesh and blood daughter of the famous detective, and her father-in-law is the ever-present Dr. Watson. Her husband, Watson’s son, narrates, and her son Johnny promises to be his grandfather Sherlock all over again. It’s World War I, so, as you’d expect, there are German spies, zeppelins and U-boats, encryption and experts, clandestine affairs (or not?), and a dastardly traitor. Who? (I figured it out; I figured it out!) There’s even a fake funeral involving a long-dead cat. Nice touch.
All this gives Joanna ample opportunity to dazzle with that famous deductive reasoning, but, in the Holmes tradition, there can be no rush to judgment. She moves at a measured pace, dispensing conclusions in small, intriguing doses, and, like her father, is more than a bit condescending to those of lesser gifts……and isn’t that everybody? While it may be something of a trudge for the modern reader, if you’re a Conan Doyle fan and don’t want to re-read him for the umpteenth time, this is well-done and as close as you can get. Prefer your detective series in order? Begin with The Daughter of Sherlock Holmes and follow with A Study in Treason. This installment makes its appearance on June 11 from Minotaur Books.
Full Disclosure: A review copy of this book was provided to me by St. Martin’s Press / Minotaur Books via NetGalley. I would like to thank the publisher and the author for providing me this opportunity. All opinions expressed herein are my own.
Dave Robicheaux Returns: The New Iberia Blues
Been hanging out in the Delta with my friend Dave Robichaux. I don’t know how old Dave actually is now (two hundred three or so?), but he’s still kicking butt, breaking hearts and doing his own yardwork at his peaceful Cajun cottage on the bayou. No matter. For the creator of this all-time great detective series, I’ll willingly suspend any disbelief. The man is a writer. He can tell a story and write up a storm.
You do know James Lee Burke, don’t you? If you don’t or you think he’s mass market dross ‘cause he’s on every drugstore rack, get over it and get on with it. If you’re a returning devotee like me, New Iberia Blues is a good place to jump back in. If you’re a devotee-to-be, start here or anywhere, or, if you want, go back to where it all began with The Neon Rain. You will, anyway. Feel the soft bayou breezes through the window screen, fluttering the curtains just before the storm.
Full Disclosure: A review copy of this book was provided to me by Simon & Schuster via NetGalley. I would like to thank the publisher and the author for providing me this opportunity. All opinions expressed herein are my own.